That night, the four of them knew whether Jian Fan had accepted the "live leather coat" given by his classmate Niu Tou.
It was only the three of them.
No, it was still difficult.
But what is certain is that Jian Fan slept like a little piggy that night because he was completely exhausted, and his activities of going out to explore were put on hold.
"Baishan, you have to listen carefully to Chen Chen's words, you know what?"
In the end, Jian Fan spent countless words and successfully persuaded Baishan with the sentence "Baishan, I like you the most."
The next day, she contacted Chen and sent the white shirt over.
Because of the special nature of the white shirt, Jian Fan specifically told Chen that he should pay attention to teaching him to recite the Qingxin Mantra every day and try not to let him see outsiders.
The two of them stayed in the meditation room and muttered for a long time.
Outside the room, Bai Shi stood at the door, never leaving.
Jian Fan didn't know that he could hear the conversation in the room.
Liao Chen is the best at pretending to be deaf and dumb.
He doesn't like to talk.
Seeing the brother who insisted on bringing him standing alone by the door, the young monk felt that he was so pitiful.
After touching the unwarmed lollipop that his nephew had just given him, he strode over.
"Little friend, Daoqing Daoist Brother asked me to give you something."
"No hurry, it's about Bai Shi" There were sounds in the room, and Bai Shi's ears twitched.
"Do you want to eat, big brother?"
At the most critical moment, Bai Shi suddenly realized that he couldn't hear anything.
Lowering his head blankly, he found the little monk looking at him with round eyes.
The little hand that stretched out held a pink ball with a white stick attached to it.
Jian Fan had never bought a lollipop home.
To him, the lollipop handed over by Yuansheng was like Columbus discovering the New World.
"What?"
He didn't care about the young monk interrupting his eavesdropping, nor did he think about why he couldn't hear it all of a sudden.
Seeing that the little monk was looking at him with his neck raised, looking very strenuous, he took the initiative to squat down and explained carefully and laboriously, "What is this?"
"The lollipop is very sweet."
The little monk peeled off the candy wrapper, stuffed the lollipop into Bai Shi's mouth, and smiled brightly, his white teeth reflecting the dazzling rays of the sun.
"Strawberry flavor."
The sweet and indescribable taste spreads in the mouth.
In the future, this will be the only taste that Bai Shi will remember.
After Jian Fan finished talking to Ling Chen, he rushed out the door holding his wallet.
That dead monk actually said that Bai Shi was too dangerous, asked her to pay, and took away 100 million from her without knowing the date of her stay.
God, 100 million.
Although she has tens of billions of assets, who would think that it is too much money?
100 million is wasted in every minute.
She feels so sad.
When she walked out of the door, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of He Yuansheng in a white shirt while licking a strawberry-flavored lollipop and counting the ants crawling on the ground.
Yuansheng looked excited.
Seeing the ants crawling by was like seeing a rare treasure, and his eyes were shining.
Although Bai Shi's face was expressionless, he had a gentle and harmless aura.
He was concentrating on eating sweets, and he looked much softer and cute.
It's right to put the white shirt here.
Jian Fan smiled slightly, nodded to Bai Shi from a distance, waved his hand, turned around and grabbed a monk to lead the way, and quickly left Wuyou Temple.
Without the white shirt, the room felt much emptier.
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The emptiness of one person, the "crowding" of two people, and the warmth in the room are the benchmarks for measuring mood.
"It's good to be alone.
At least you don't have to worry about anything."
Jian Fan picked up the small bag he had packed, threw it over his shoulder, and knocked on the door of Xiao Weihan's room.
Xiao Weihan appeared soon, but there was a little bruise on the corner of his right eye.
That night, the "demon wind" set off by the bull head threw him directly back to the rooftop.
When he landed, he lost his balance and hit the corner of his eye.
Jian Fan still feels a little guilty.
"Xiao Fan, give away the white shirt."
Xiao Weihan smiled, the arc was the same as usual, but Jian Fan just felt that this guy was happier than usual.
"Yes, sent to Wuyou Temple.
He likes it there very much."
Jian Fan nodded, that was indeed the case.
She turned sideways, and Xiao Weihan came out of the door.
The color of her Taoist robe is simple, and Xiao Weihan's clothes match her clothes, both of which are low-key and noble gray.
"Hey, the work clothes also match my colors."
Jian Fan raised her thin eyebrows at Xiao Weihan, her expression surprised and exaggerated.
Xiao Weihan smiled back at her, "Let's go, Wu Sang's rehearsal is about to begin."
Yes, Xiao Weihan also received the invitation.
He invites Jian Fan to go with him.
After all, they have other identities besides being spectators.
It would be more fun to form a group to explore in the middle of the night.
A rehearsal, the drum band is also ready.
From the strict ticket checking to the lighting and equipment on site, as well as the uniform attire of the band members, it all looked like a large-scale school event.
Jian Fan took Xiao Weihan's arm and sat in the middle of the tenth row.
Fan Gu wore a pure black evening dress with exquisite makeup and was too grand.
She sat on Xiao Weihan's right hand side.
"Xiao Gu, have you ever played with it?"
Fan Gu's temper is a bit crazy, but it is within the acceptable and tolerable range.
It's just that today is just a rehearsal, and the teachers all came in casual clothes.
Jian Fan pointed at Fan Gu's half-breasted dress and pouted, "Xiao Gu, don't you want to work with us?
I can't take you with me if you're dressed like this."
Fangu smiled sadly.
She stood up and bent over Xiao Weihan, who was in the middle.
She patted Jian Fan's head with her palm, and then sat down calmly, her fingers twitching slightly.
"Baby, I can't go.
My father has something to tell me, and I have to finish it in a hurry.
I still squeezed in time for today's rehearsal."
Her eyes kept falling on the stage.
"Oh, Uncle Fan gave this task at the right time."
Jian Fan had no choice.
Fan Shen may have gotten better with Fan Gu recently.
As soon as he got better, Fan Gu quickly became busy.
In addition to the teaching assistant job at Nuan Normal University, which Fan Gu said he liked, there were also complicated things in the Fan Group.
A little tired from the busy work.
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She didn't even know if this was a blessing or a curse.
Fangu was about to speak when Xiao Weihan interrupted, "It's time to be quiet."
She pursed her lips and said nothing.
All the lights on and off the stage went out.
In the darkness, Jian Fan almost laughed out loud when he saw many professors sitting upright like primary school students, with expectant expressions on their faces.
"Boom" A loud tom sound came from the screen and the scene at the same time.
Jian Fan suddenly felt his heart beating uncontrollably.
After a brief moment of darkness and silence, each band member's face began to appear on the screen.
Two guitars, a bass, and a keyboard player, the four of them were dressed in black punk clothes, surrounding the drummer Wu Sang who was only wearing a simple black shirt in the middle.
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Hu Lijing even felt her own tears of despair.
He actually shed tears.
Demons don’t have tears, so he actually shed tears.
"No" he roared, his throat was on fire, the pain was accompanied by heartache, he actually wanted to tell himself to die.
Like Nini, he didn't want to live anymore, but he didn't even have the strength to die.
"Son, you're awake, you're really awake.
Dad, come and see, our little one is awake."
A woman who looked similar to Nini's mother ran towards him, holding his cold hand with her warm hand.
"Xiaoyi, you are really awake.
Mom is not dreaming.
Oh, my son."
Hu Lijing, who was treated as his son as soon as he woke up, slowly turned his head with difficulty, but a big hand suddenly blocked his sight.
Big hands were rubbing his head, but he didn't want to let go.
"Just wake up, just wake up."
The man repeated this sentence.
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